#dose the flower bloom

[delirious-donna]

Dawn Chorus [Higuruma Hiromi]

an: I woke up with Higuruma on the brain (I love him your honour). It was only going to be a few hundred words, but here we are… the man needs to sleep so he can love you thoroughly.

pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader

warnings: some somno, established relationship, pussy drunk Hiromi, oral sex, creampie

Masterlist

Higuruma Hiromi is a passionate man. He cares about his work, about his contribution to society, and about his relationship with you. Higuruma is also a tired man, often awake at ungodly hours to meet deadlines or review cases that he is working on pro bono. You love your husband and the dedication he tries to infuse into every day, but sometimes he just needs to sleep.

On the evenings where you are able to tempt him into just another glass of red wine, another piece of creamy Gorgonzola atop a cracker and just one more kiss, you feel like you’re winning against all the odds. It’s always far more enjoyable to go to bed together rather than having Hiromi kiss you goodnight on his way to the study.

Cuddled up against his back, you laugh at his faux resignation at being the little spoon… again. In truth, he likes it. He adores being held and the little kisses you pepper across his cheeks when you lean over to wish him sweet dreams. He toys with your fingers, pulling your palm so it lays flush over his heart until slumber drags you both under its warmth.

Of course, you were right.

Higuruma needed sleep and after a full eight hours, his eyes spring apart rather than sluggishly creak open like broken shutters. For once, he can appreciate the warmth of the sun and the tangle of the sheets instead of cursing his need to get up and go. Most of all, he can appreciate you, his beautiful wife, still fast asleep and no longer clinging to him like a koala.

So pretty, he thinks whilst his lips caress the sleep-soaked crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent with gusto. Patient and honest, he admits when he peels back the thin cotton sheet to nose at your breasts. He continues to nuzzle until your nipples peak, a slow smile curving his lips and he can’t help but lower your top so he can taste you. Utterly perfect, he assures in silence, you are the salve to all of his wounds.

The morning dose of testosterone, that he would usually either quickly dispel by hand or with the aid of a cold shower, has him impatient and aching. His cock twitches inside his loose pyjama pants, but he ignores it in favour of taking his time. Flicking his tongue across your pert bud, he whines in his throat when you arch in sleep, straining to press yourself further into his mouth and he takes the invitation to suckle until you wake with a gasp.

Your eyes snap wide, belly aching with some unknown pressure that continues to build without faltering. A head of black hair decorates your chest, wet little suckling noises matched by the sensation of pulling tugged deliciously behind your navel.

“Hiro… mm, someone’s hungry this morning.”

Hiromi’s eyes roll over at the sleep affecting your voice, arms stretching overhead before lacing through his hair to tug at the roots. Instead of replying, he presses his pelvis against your hip, the hard length of his cock evidence enough that you are absolutely correct.

“Take what you want, love, I’m yours,” you coo softly, wriggling your hips in suggestion.

It’s one he doesn’t need clarifying, Higuruma has you bare and spread within seconds of your invitation. Amazed at the sheen of arousal already decorating your folds, he laps eagerly at the residue until all he can taste is you. He thumbs at your clit, using those slender fingers to peel you open like a flower in bloom only for his tongue to wet along your pussy.

You keen for him, driven on by his enthusiasm and the telltale rut of his hips into the mattress below. The hook of his nose replaces his thumb, dragging side to side over your pearl as it hardens from the friction and arousal. Grabbing great tufts of his hair, you grind yourself against his face and in turn his hold on your thighs shift to the meat of your backside. Hiromi palms your cheeks, pulling them apart until you feel more exposed than you thought possible.

“Fuck… Hiro!”

He can’t hear you through the muffle of your thighs by his ears and the wild beating pulse inside his head. With feverish need he bathes you in his spit, not content until your dripping down to the sheets. The tip of his tongue digs into your entrance, giving a strangled grunt at the squeeze you give around the wet muscle, and he pulls back to look up at you.

“Sweeter than ambrosia. I swear you would be more divine than any God,” he mumbles breathlessly, eyes hooded but not with fatigue for once.

Words fail you, becoming stuck in your throat at such conviction in his praise. All you can do is reach out and cup his cheek, skin soaked in your essence and his saliva but you hardly care. You watch as he fumbles with the drawstring of his pants, lowering the band to reveal his cock, purple and angry from lack of attention. Oozing pearls of translucent precum leak from his slit, and you’re ready to be filled but he lays flat once more.

Hiromi tongues at your sweet clit, teeth gently biting and tugging at your puffy folds while he wets his fingers and pushes two into you, right to the knuckle. You cry out at the sensation, more than ready for the stretch but not expecting this. His wrist rotates, fingers curling in a come-hither motion and when his fingertips pass over that deep mass of engorged tissue, your thighs tremble.

“Sing for me, darling. Be my morning chorus.”

If this was going to be the result of Higuruma getting better sleep, then you would drag his ass to bed every night if you had to. He humps the bed, strangled noises mingled with sharp little whimpers when you push his face deeper into the apex of your thighs. You could feel the wetness pooling between your cheeks and dripping to the sheets, Hiromi’s mouth making out with your pussy in a rhythm that matches his adventuring digits.

He was breaking you apart, masterfully unpicking every thread that made you whole and waiting with endless patience until you unravel into his palm. The heat between your hips grows too much all at once, the friction on your clit and the relentless thrumming of his fingers against your sweet spot blinding you without warning.

“Oh, I’m… fuck! Hiro—I can’t h-hold back!” Your voice warbles like a songbird, crescendoing into a shriek of bliss that could shatter glass.

Higuruma delights in your orgasm—revelling in it—stilling his fingers to feel your velvet walls clench and spasm around him and slowing the lap of his tongue to soft kitten licks. He massages your waist lovingly, stroking featherlight fingers across your quivering and soft stomach until you float back to earth.

It was all he could do to stave off his own release, his balls heavy with need and drawn tight to the base of his cock. He knew the moment he sat on his haunches there would precum staining the sheets, but he cared little considering the mess he’d already made from loving you so thoroughly.

Gingerly, he sits back and hisses at the slap of his cock against his stomach. You moan, squirming on the bed and he catches your eye. Your bottom lip pinned between your teeth, pupils blown wide and that’s all he needs to pump himself with wild abandon. His wife wants him. His wife is attracted to him. His wife always does the best by him.

His strokes were long but frantic, the slick sound of his foreskin rolling back to reveal his cockhead so sinful that he punctures his lip with his teeth. White hot heat drips from the small of his back, hips and backside tightening with the impending release.

“W-where?” He asks with a stutter, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Inside, Hiromi, please?”

“Shit, shit, shit.”

He lunges forward, bracing on one forearm whilst he notches at your still softly pulsing entrance and pushes inside. Your arms wind around his neck in urgency, kissing his face, his neck, his shoulder and anchoring your legs around his lean waist.

No sooner was he buried to the hilt, than his orgasm hit like a force of nature. His arms tremble, spine bowing and flexing under the pressure whilst he paints your most inner walls with thick, creamy seed. He collapses into your loving embrace, settling his warm cheek at your collarbone and damn near purring at the gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair and down his back, smiling dazedly.

Higuruma Hiromi is a passionate man, especially when he’s had a full night's sleep.

#delirious writes #higuruma hiromi #higuruma x reader #higuruma smut #jjk higuruma #higuruma hiromi smut #higuruma hiromi x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tw somno

[azfellandco]

Hi friend this ask is a request for you to wax lyrical about Crowley slowly dying of a poisonous dose of laudanum, because it seems That Scene is still on all our minds. <3

Godbless (they said agnostically). This is going to be a mess of a response because I have been working a lot of overtime and am pretty sleep deprived, and also because there are a lot of angles to this.

First off: you're so correct to point out that laudanum is an analgesic and not literally a poison, because I think this slots in so nicely with the pattern of stuff we see Aziraphale consume and why (food and wine, for sensual pleasure) and stuff we see Crowley consume and why (alcohol for numbing and six shots of espresso to brace himself, and now laudanum, a medical grade numbing agent, at a dosage that would have killed Elspeth had he not intervened).

To really get into this I'm going to have to talk a little about something I have a lot of approximate knowledge about: Victorian era medicine. Why I find poison sexy (maybe compelling is a better word here) is partially tied up in the Victorian era and this exact subset of knowledge, which I am going to disclaim right now as not very precise. I research stuff primarily to regurgitate it in fiction, and not for complete factual accuracy.

First off, let's take a moment to admire Crowley's prognosticative abilities once again.

Antiseptic is 25 years off, germ theory is held in disdain by the western world, but here's Anthony "that went down like a lead balloon" Crowley just trying to be helpful to this guy covered in blood.

Antiseptic was not in common medical and surgical use until the 1850s. It was pioneered by Joseph Lister, who actually worked at the University of Edinburgh, which was kind of the place to be in terms of medical breakthroughs of this time period. Before the advent of washing your hands and sterilizing surgical equipment, something like 2/3rds of surgical patients died either on the operating table or of infection afterwards. Medicine during this time period was difficult, dangerous work with a high risk of complications, and surgery was haunted by death and disease. Dr. Darymple would have administered laudanum to a patient and then strapped their limbs down and put something in their mouth so they didn't bite through their tongue before cutting into them, and even if he was a good surgeon they might have died a week later from gangrene or sepsis anyway.

It's in this world that laudanum and opium more generally got romanticized by literature and poetry. The Victorians loved opium, but the symbolism of the poppy, from which opium is derived, has been sleep and death since the classical world. My go-to example of the blending of these themes (poppies as sleep and death symbolism and this time period's interest in the classical world) is The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne, of which I will include an excerpt below:

No growth of moor or coppice,          No heather-flower or vine, But bloomless buds of poppies,          Green grapes of Proserpine, Pale beds of blowing rushes Where no leaf blooms or blushes Save this whereout she crushes          For dead men deadly wine.

The symbolic connection between opium (and thus laudanum) and sleep and death is my strongest association with either drug. The poppies = death association is used all the time even in the modern day. See this song, Flowers, from the musical Hadestown:

Lily white and poppy red I trembled when he laid me out "You won't feel a thing," he said, "When you go down" Nothing gonna wake you up now

Poppy symbolism is doing a lot of work in this song, actually, drawing a line between virginity and death, and the flower imagery standing in for both Euridyce's sexual relationship with Hades as well as her death but I disgress.

This is my personal context for laudanum and opium. I think it's encouraged to read the sleep and death connection into both of these medicines, both by the artistic tradition that arose contemporaneously with their use and by continued references back to it in the modern day. I am thinking of the scene in Inception where the opium den they visit is full of people who go to be drugged in order to dream their lives away as just one of many other modern day examples. Opium is sleep and sleep is death.

So while the laudanum is not literally poison, I think there is cultural context in which it is possible to read it as symbolically poison, regardless of whether Crowley's not-actually-human body should be able to withstand it. I think that it is compelling to read it as such, given the above-mentioned pattern of Crowley's habits of consumption.

I've seen a lot of posts about how the next time Aziraphale and Crowley see each other after this flashback is the time Crowley asks Aziraphale to bring him holy water and Aziraphale refuses on the grounds that he won't provide Crowley with a suicide pill. While I think this says more about Aziraphale than it does about Crowley (Crowley has never struck me, by behavior or attitude, to be the kind of person who would kill themself, whereas for Aziraphale one of the worst things that could happen would be losing Crowley) there is something there, something in that tartan thermos, something in the idea that Crowley would drink his death.

There is one more angle to this, and this is going to be a bit of a reach. I once read an analysis post in another fandom about the symbolism of poison as a choice of weapon. This line will haunt me until my grave: "a man stabs, a woman poisons". Just as a sword is a phallic symbol, poison (to me) is a feminine coded way to kill another person. For more context, please read The Laboratory by Robert Browning, a poem about a woman procuring a poison to kill her husband's lover, written by another Victorian poet. Crowley dying being discorporated by self-administered poison compels me for all the reasons mentioned above but also for gender reasons. Nonbinary icon.

Crowley dying being discorporated by self-administered poison feels like it is in conversation with two events that happen chronologically later but narratively earlier: the "suicide pill" conversation and Crowley trying to wait out the apocalypse in the bar after the bookshop burned. For all intents and purposes he seems to have given up at that point and only pulls himself together because Aziraphale appears to him and proves he isn't gone gone. It makes sense as an exploration of Aziraphale's anxieties (the suicide pill convo), and the extent to which they might be justified (Crowley drinking as the world ends). It's interesting it's compelling it's symbolically rich it's consistent with characterization choices in the show.

I think realistically Crowley would keep from Aziraphale that he was in pain until he physically couldn't do so, because it would threaten the wall they've had to erect to keep each other safe to do otherwise, but in a scenario where Crowley was hurt, properly hurt, Aziraphale would find a way to excuse them because he would not stand for Crowley suffering.

Just...

The idea of Aziraphale gathering Crowley close in the dark graveyard, feeling him stumble, Crowley who is so bright and brave and beautiful reduced to clutching to Aziraphale and the pair of them trying to will him back to health the way they can choose to sober up, and failing... Crowley because by this point he's too weak, he waited too long putting up a front for Aziraphale, Aziraphale because of conflicting magic or because he's too anxious, his own personal moment of the gun shaking in Crowley's hands during the bullet catch, where he knows what he has to do but he can't do it, can't trust himself not to make it worse.

And then Crowley's body going cold, Aziraphale holding it and crying because despite knowing it's just a body and that Crowley can get another one, he failed to protect him. Crowley died for someone and Aziraphale couldn't prevent it. And the things they don't say to each other, all rushing in to fill the silence left by Crowley's stopped breath. Aziraphale whispering to him, kissing his temple, part of him wondering if he'd ever be able to do this if he wasn't already gone.

It would just be really good, okay. It would be really good.

#the resurrectionist #good omens #meta #i stayed up way too late to write this and now i am going to sleep #tw suicide #tw death

[2lut4u]

KIM MINGYU |PT.2

adamas et aurum by @highvern

Silk by @highvern

Hits Different (…’cause it’s you) (1) by @gyuswhore

Sleeping next to Mingyu by @welcometomyoasis

New Rules by @leejihoonownsmyheart

i can’t run away (m) by @gyukult

HONEYBOY by @chocosvt

Promising Young women by @mphountitled

reunion sex by @babyleostuff

heavenly haze by @lavendermins

not yet by @lavendermins

suit & tie by @lavendermins

serendipity by @lavendermins

magnifique by @lavendermins

some type of way by @lavendermins

solace soup by @lavendermins

fireworks by @lavendermins

delicate flowers by @lavendermins

bingsu baby by @lavendermins

ice cream(ed) by @rubyreduji

beach boobs babes by @rubyreduji

back to december by @toruro

what a view by @toruro

safe/word. by @madeforgyu

Endless Adoration by @wonusite

Spoiled by @wonusite

drunk; by @nishloves

idol!mingyu x idol!reader by @hannieehaee

idol!mingyu x idol!reader (part 2) by @hannieehaee

thor au by @hannieehaee

pantysniffer!mingyu by @hannieehaee

Down Bad by @gyuwoncheol

Slowly; All At Once by @gyuwoncheol

Daddy Kink + Mingyu by @sluttywoozi

book-club for three two by @icyminghao

pillow princess by @catboyieejeno

pink wrists. by @gyuhao5

in bloom by @wheeboo

always with you by @1-800-hwahui

DADDY’S HOME by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

REALITY SHOW by @sunnyflix

better left unsaid. by @woozvc

insecure by @waldau

healing comes in small doses by @tomodachiii

healing comes in small doses (ii) by @tomodachiii

kisses to his moles by @kyrjnie

boyfriend!texts with Mingyu (oneshot smau) by @lololololchips

in which yn gets catfished… (oneshot smau) by @lololololchips

the very first night by @haoiism

him or me? by @caratzen

#kim mingyu #mingyu

[greenwitchcrafts]

Chamomile

Matricaria chamomilla (shown) | Chameamelum nobile

Known as: Chamaimelon, earth apple, German chamomile, ground apple, heermannchen chamaimelon, maythen, manzanilla, Roman chamomile, scented mayweed, whig plant & wild chamomile

Related plants: There are two species of chamomile, both are in the Asteraceae family (Roman chamomile & German chamomile) with plants that consists of over 32,000 known species of flowering plants in over 1,900 genera within the order Asterales. They are commonly referred to as the aster, daisy, composite or sunflower family. I am from this point forward referring to Matricaria chamomilla in this post specifically.

Parts used: whole flower & leaves

Habitat & cultivation: This flowering plant is native to South-West Asia, Eastern & Southern Europe but can be found on almost  continents nowadays. The wild-growing chamomile species normally grow on sandy to loamy soils that are mostly acidic and should be open.

Plant type: Annual

Region: 5-9

Harvest: Can be harvested as soon as blooms have established which is about 10 weeks.

Growing tips: The roots of chamomile are shallow and just barely grip onto the top soil which makes it more sensitive to water conditions during the initial stages of growth when the plant is establishing itself. However once it's established, it is drought tolerant & need about an inch of water a week. Wait until after the last spring frost to add chamomile to your garden. It grows well in raised beds, containers, and in-ground gardens. Space chamomile plants 8 inches apart in full sun for best flowering. In hot climates, an area with partial afternoon shade is ideal.

Medicinal information: Chamomile has been used as a traditional medicine for thousands of years. A mouth rinse with chamomile might relieve mouth sores caused by cancer treatments. Some research suggests that chamomile could help with other conditions, like diarrhea in children, hemorrhoids, anxiety, and insomnia. When used on the skin, chamomile might help with skin irritation and wound healing. Some research has documented that it may be as effective as hydrocortisone cream for eczema.

Cautions: Most experts say chamomile is safe. It can cause drowsiness and, in large doses, vomiting. It also has the potential to trigger allergic reactions in people who are allergic to related plants in the daisy family, although such reactions are very rare. Given the lack of evidence about its long-term safety, chamomile is not recommended for people who are pregnant or chestfeeding.

Magickal properties

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Sun

Element: Fire

Deities: Cernunnos, Karnaya, Mercury, Oshun, St.Anne & Sun gods

Magical uses:

• Burn as an incense to aid in sleep and meditation

• Plant around your house to ward against psychic or magickal attacks

• Wash your hands with chamomile before gambling to ensure good luck

• Use in an infusion to wash your thresholds to stop unwanted energies from passing through

• Place the flowers in your wallet to attract money

• Keep in a satchet to protect against physical or magickal danger

• Add to a dream pillow with lavender to ensure peaceful sleep

• Anoint a green candle with crushed chamomile for a simple money spell

• Steep in hot water, then sprinkle around yourself as a metaphysical barrier

• Add to spells to increase the chances of success

• Use in ritual baths with catnip and rose to attract a lover

• To alleviate overwhelming emotions, you can hold dry chamomile in your hands as you recite affirmations or prayers to ease the heart

#herb of the week #herbalism #magical herbs #chamomile #german chamomile #grimoire #book of shadows #witch #wiccablr #paganblr #witchblr #witchcraft #witch community #witches of tumblr #tumblr witch #baby witch #beginner witch #witch tumblr #witch tips #beginner witch tips #witchyvibes #witchcore #witches #spellbook #spellwork #spells #green witchery #green witchcrafts #green witch #traditional witchcraft

[serendiquity]

Because I love you - Lovebrush Chronicles

Valentine's Day/Rose Day headcanons for the lbc boys

Clarence

"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright." - Ernest Hemingway.

Detailed and meticulous, Clarence’s nature is reflected in the blue roses he gives you. He doesn’t hand them to you outright, instead tucking them in books he lends you and leaving them in places he knows you often frequent. He presses some into bookmarks to preserve for longer, hoping that perhaps you’ll grow curious enough to search up their meaning on your own.

Clarence makes sure to dye each rose in different shades, each bloom boasting beautiful petals and, if you look closely enough, the hints of dyed-blue water still lingering in the stem. 

It’s a pleasant surprise, and soon you find yourself dyeing roses to give back in exchange. Upon starting, however, you realize that you’ve greatly underestimated the difficulty of what originally seemed like a simple task. Apart from finding the perfect roses to use, the dye needs constant refreshing and your petals keep wilting before you manage to finish. 

Clarence realizes your intentions when he sees you fiddling with one of your failed attempts, the blue dye barely even reaching past the stem. His eyes widen before he smiles, eyes soft. “Here, I’ll teach you.” 

Just like that, your weekly study sessions take on an added aspect, and Clarence patiently takes the time to help with your new interest. Within a few days, you’re eager to present him with the results of your hard work, handing him a bouquet of sky blue roses. “They ended up being a bit lighter than I wanted, but I hope you like them!”

Alkaid

“True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.” - Ana Claudia Antunes

Alkaid is fond of white roses, and he believes their meaning encompasses you quite well: innocent, loyal, and kind, but with the thorns to protect yourself if necessary. He thinks that happiness tastes sweetest when shared and savored slowly, and so he hopes that the roses he gifts you each day can brighten your life, just like what you do for him. 

He gives you twelve roses in the days leading up to the confession, a single white blossom every day. Each, he makes sure to present in a different way. The first he hands you outright, summer sunlight shining gently down as witness. The second he makes into a pale floral tea, petals drifting and bubbles rising like tiny stars. He sees you hesitate for a moment, looking down at the cup he handed you with undecipherable emotions, before drinking the contents enthusiastically. “It’s good,” you say, and he lets out a quiet sigh of relief, breaking into a small smile. 

Throughout the next few days, he finds a multitude of ways to express his love, from pressed flowers to light flirting to your intertwined hands. Every time, he waits, watching for the slightest sign of disappointment or approval from you. When you beam and thank him, his heart lifts, and he feels a bit more confident. 

The last rose, given on the twelfth day, he tucks into your hair, thorns carefully clipped away. He leads you to a picnic he prepared, a spread of your favorite foods and treats already laid out. He watches as you enjoy yourself, blissfully oblivious to his budding feelings. For a moment, he considers reaching out to clasp your hands in his own, then blurting out the words that have been haunting him for so long. He shakes the thought away. 

… It’s alright even if you don’t realize. After all, love is best given and received in small doses, and he has plenty of time and love to give. 

Lars

“And then there were our sweet stolen moments in the midst of our work – just a word, or caress, or flash of love-light; and our moments were sweeter for being stolen.” - Jack London

To Lars, Valentines’ day is a rare chance to take a break from work and see you. Passionate and flamboyant, Lars wants to express his love in any way possible, and celebrating the holiday together is the perfect way to do it. 

He texts you early in the morning to make sure you’re free, hoping you can go with him for a surprise date. Call him classic, but he shows up at your house with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath, stealing your own breath away in exchange. He grins boyishly and tugs you outside, whisking you away to visit a cafe you had mentioned liking a few weeks back, going shopping together, and even arranging a candlelit dinner. Even if it’s cheesy, he boldly serenades you with love songs he prepared, and watching you laugh freely makes it all worth it.

If it weren’t for his responsibilities, he’d spend the whole week with you if he could, indulging you in whatever you wanted to do. But he can’t do that, so he settles for making today the best day he can instead. 

At the end of the day, he escorts you back home, dropping you off at the door with a dramatic bow and flourish. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees your eyes sparkle with an idea. “Come here,” you say, beckoning him closer. “Today was a lot of fun.” 

You push yourself onto your tiptoes, left arm on his shoulder for balance. Before he realizes what’s happening, your lips are pressed to his cheek, leaving a crimson lipstick mark as red as the roses he gave you before. You pull away and grin at him, turning to head inside. He stands there for a long moment afterwards, hand to his face.

Though he had intended for it to be the other way around, he thinks that today has made him fall even deeper in love with you. And if you don’t realize the depths of his feelings, then he’ll simply have to repeat himself again and again until you do. 

#sorry i'm back from the dead and its bc i have a new obsession again T-T #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #alkaid x reader #lars x reader #clarence x reader #for all time #for all time x reader #alkaid mcgrath #clarence clayden #lars rorschach

[cheesecrackerssoup]

Me having a thought rn about Mash—

Hoping my dear close friends that follow this account don’t see this post 🙏

ANYWAY,

What ifffff Mash had a friend that was grossly affectionate with literally anything but whatever they say is the complete opposite.

The friend, being you, is saying “I fucking hate you” despite the fact that you were hugging him moments ago without context 😭😭

IDK IT WOULD BE SO SILLY TO SEE HIM SO CONFUSED— need a daily dose of Mash so that we can hate on him help—

What’s worse is that he probably just lets it because he doesn’t wanna reject you and cause problems, but at the same time he’d be so confused on why you do this to only him and not the others??? Mixed signals here!!

How shall your love bloom I wonder? Or maybe not?? That one flower disease (hanahaki I think?) could be a good spice added to this recipe because Lemon exists ^^

NOOO MASH WOULD BE SO SAD NAURRRR

#mash x reader #mashle x reader #thoughts #my thoughts #soup thoughts

[ladykailitha]

All My Firsts Belong to You

All this Steddie week stuff has got my brain whirling like a robot toy from the 80s.

Welp, that got out of hand. It was supposed to be short damn it. Well, have some modern AU first kiss (with a heavy dose of angst) anyway.

*** 

Steve slumped against the door of his car with a groan. Why did he have such horrible taste in lovers? He slid to the ground and brought his knees to his chest, clutching his phone. He let out a broken sob and would have completely come apart if a shadow didn’t fall over him just then.

Steve looked up and gasped in shock. “Eddie?”

Eddie was standing over him, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “Hey, man. You okay?”

Steve opened his mouth to lie, but Eddie raised an eyebrow, so he let out a sigh instead. “No.”

Eddie moved to sit next to him, pulling up his knees to rest his elbows on them. “What’s up?”

Steve thudded his head against the door of his car and groaned. “I’m cursed, I have to be.”

Eddie grinned and bumped his shoulder into Steve’s. “Good thing I know all about breaking curses. Whacha got, big boy?”

“I got cheated on,” Steve said. “Again.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t even know you were seeing anybody.”

“No one did.”

Eddie frowned. “Not even Birdie?”

Steve shook his head. “I kept it a secret from everyone, but I think there may have been one or two that guessed.”

“And this chick cheated on you?” Eddie asked, not sure how he felt about the whole thing. On the one hand if Robin didn’t know, it couldn’t have been good, but on the other Steve didn’t tell him he was seeing someone and that hurt.

Steve let out a bitter laugh. “I’m actually the side piece. Or affair partner or whatever the hell you want to call it. That bastard didn’t even have the decency to tell me he got engaged. Yesterday. To someone else.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Him?”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffed. “You would focus on that part of all that bullshit.”

Eddie let out a low whine. “Sorry, man. That is horrible. But I didn’t know you were into guys.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve murmured into his knees. “Me either.”

Eddie looked over at him warily. “What does that even mean, Steve?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Steve said, pulling his knees even tighter to his chest.

“Well, I’m feeling pretty hurt at the moment, Steve.”

“Do you remember what you told me when you came out to me and Robin?” he asked softly.

Eddie frowned and tilted his head. He shook it.

“You said you had given up dating because they fell into one of two categories,” Steve explained. “Either they were only in it for the hook up or they were straight, white dudes experimenting with you until they decided to go back to their girlfriends.”

Eddie winced. That would explain a lot about why Steve wasn’t interested in him. He had shut it down before something even had a chance bloom between them.

“I didn’t know if I was attracted to guys, certain guys, or if what I was feeling was just like admiring a stained glass window or pretty flower,” Steve whispered.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t want to be another one of those guys that decided that I wasn’t into men after months of leading you on,” he continued, tears forming on his eyelashes, blinking to push them back.

Eddie closed his eyes. This wasn’t what he had expected Steve to say. His eyes fluttered open and he looked over at Steve. He looked so small, so sad, so ready to give up. “You ever figure it out?“

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “I wish I had skipped dating Brock Kennedy and realized sooner I was into men.”

“I wish I’d been your firsts, Stevie,” Eddie admitted softly. “Your first time with a man. Your first kiss.”

Steve snorted. “I’m stupid, but not stupid enough to fuck someone I barely know.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “You haven’t slept with him? Also how the hell did you manage to find a dude with an even worse white boy name then your own?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. And no, I didn’t sleep with him. Which is probably why he proposed to his girlfriend, because I wouldn’t put out.”

Eddie could feel his heart break. “You’re kidding, right? Your first boyfriend and you got straight guyed?”

Steve turned his phone around so Eddie could see the image Steve had been sobbing over. There was a beautiful straight couple. He was a red-head and sporty, she was tan and blonde. She looked like the exact opposite of Steve and was holding up her left hand that had a huge diamond ring on the ring finger. They were both smiling into the camera.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Eddie whispered. “Still wish I had been your first kiss with a boy, though.”

Steve straightened out his legs and looked over Eddie for the first time. “You’re kidding right? You really don’t remember?”

Eddie shook his head. “Remember what?”

“Camp Wannamuck? I was ten, you would have been eleven, I guess. My parents sent me off to camp so they wouldn’t have to deal with me and your Uncle Wayne sent you to camp so you wouldn’t have to watch your mom suffer from cancer.”

“I do remember that,” Eddie said. “They gave us all insults for nicknames and we could only call each other those nicknames.”

“Hi, Freaky,” Steve murmured, shyly.

Eddie’s frown deepened. “But there was only one boy that camp that I even tolerated. They called him Slimy because his hair was so greasy...”

Steve flushed, embarrassed.

“Wait, that was you?” Eddie asked, eyes wide in shock. “Wait, wait, wait. That’s why you worried so much about your hair in high school wasn’t it? Because you never got over the insult.”

Steve nodded. “And I always assumed the Freak nickname was because camp, too.”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s just what one of the jocks called me when he saw me drawing one of my D&D characters. A female tiefling bard.”

“Oh.”

Eddie waved his hands wildly. “I mean he might have been at camp and heard it there.”

Steve shrugged. “It’s not a big deal, Eds.”

“It is to you,” Eddie protested. “But yeah, of course I remember kissing you. You were the reason I knew I was gay, Stevie.”

Steve looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said softly, turning so he was on his knees and facing Steve. “And I would really, really like to kiss you now.”

Steve nodded and brought his legs down so that they were curled underneath him. He braced himself up on one arm and leaned forward. Eddie grabbed his cheeks and kissed him gently.

“I want all my firsts with you, Eds,” Steve murmured when they broke off the kiss.

Eddie pulled Steve to him to give him a hug. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

Steve blushed and buried his head into Eddie’s neck. “If you’d have me.”

Eddie grabbed his face again. “You listen to me good, Steve Harrington, there isn’t a universe where I would turn you down, sweetheart. Of course I want to be with you.”

Steve let out a joyful shuttering laugh. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize my feelings for you sooner. I’m sorry I hurt because I felt I couldn’t tell anyone about my experimenting with boys. I’m sorry you found out because I haven’t ever been good enough for someone before.”

Eddie wanted to hand wave the apology away, but that wouldn’t do either of them any good. “Thank you, babe. And I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me about how you were feeling. Maybe if I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have felt the need to experiment.”

Steve smiled and nodded. “I love you so much.”

Eddie grunted. “I think we need to get up off the ground, babe. We aren’t as young as we used to be.”

He stood up first and then helped Steve to his feet. “And for record, Stevie. I loved Slimy and I love you even more now, knowing you were that boy.”

“Can you–I mean would you–” Steve stammered, blushing. “Come home with me?”

Eddie pecked his lips. “Sure thing, sweetheart, let’s get you home.”

They both slid into Steve’s car. As soon as Steve pulled away from the parking lot Eddie asked, “What are we going to say to people when they ask how we got together?”

Steve shrugged. “Probably that I liked this guy and you came upon me when I was having a break down over his engagement to his girlfriend. A girlfriend I wasn’t aware he had.”

Eddie nodded. “And we just leave out the part where he used you?” Steve pursed his lips, nodding back. “No one needs to know about that but us.”

“Thanks, Eds.”

“So who are we going to tell first?” Eddie asked. “About us being a couple, I mean. Robin?”

“I’m going to leave all the who we tell and when to you sweetheart,” Steve said softly. “I clearly can’t be trusted to when it would be good or bad.”

Eddie reached over and gave Steve’s leg a squeeze. “You’re just new at it, we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, Eds. Together.” He pressed his lips together. “And if it was up to me, I wouldn’t tell Robin first.”

Eddie jerked his head back in surprise at that one. “No? Then who?”

Steve’s smile grew fond. Even more fond, if that was possible. “No, babe. I’d tell your uncle first.”

Eddie blinked. “Oh.”

“He’s family. He deserves to know first.” Steve sighed. “I love Robin. Of course I do and she’s like my family. But Wayne is your family.”

“I love you so much,” Eddie said. “But you’ll want to turn up here.”

Steve frowned. “Why?”

“Because if we’re telling Uncle Wayne first,” Eddie said. “I’m taking you home with me.”

Steve just grinned. Home. That sounded wonderful to him.

***

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[blackopals-world]

I was wondering if you wrote platonic headcanons for Cheka. I wasn't sure, so if you don't, please feel free ignore/delince this request.

Can I get platonic headcanons of Cheka with Nurse Maid Yuu? I feel like Leona would've probably leave Cheka with Nurse Maid Yuu whenever Cheka visits him.

-Play Date-

Maid!FemYuu and Cheka

Leona is always pulling something. Especially when she was busy. So when he dropped off his nefew off on her doorstep like unwanted orphan, she was upset.

She was a maid, not a governess or nanny. Not that she didn't like Cheka, she was just not prepared.

She had cooking and cleaning to do but now she had a charge to take care of.

"Cheka I have a lot to do today and I promise we will get to play lots but the boring stuff comes first." Yuu sighed searching for something to keep Cheka occupied for the morning.

"Me too! If you finish fast we can play more!" Cheka cheered as he grabbed Yuu's hand.

Yuu smiled ash she began her daily chores. Starting with cooking breakfast for Cheka with lots of fruit, and french toast. Cheka attempted to sneak a sip of coffee while Yuu pretended not to notice. His face turned into a frown as his nose wrinkled. Yuu laughed as she wiped Cheka's mouth and washed his face.

Next, was watering the garden. Cheka loved the flowers and tried picking a bunch before Yuu stopped him

"You don't want to pull out the flowers all over the place, you'll hurt them." Yuu warned him "Here let's pull ot the bad weeds first."

They weeded the garden together before Yuu showed him how to pick flowers without killing them. They made crowns put of the blooms.

"Head down!" Cheka ordered holding his crown behind his back.

Yuu obeyed as Cheka giggled.

"Now you are a princess!" He said smiling proudly at his work.

'I can't be a princess, I'm a maid. Well not a maid all the time so kinda." Yuu said a bit flustered.

"You can be a princess if you marry uncle!" The prince huffed.

"No offense, but I don't think I can marry him." She said deadpan.

"I'll marry you then. You're nice and smell good." He said hugging Yuu tightly.

After the garden was tended Yuu went to hang the laundry. As she placed them on the line she noticed Cheka nodding off on his feet as he held the linen basket.

As he dosed off Yuu grabbed him with one arm and in the other she grabbed a linen blanket and made a traditional baby sling. He made sure to tuck the cub's head against her chest where her heart was.

The little prince slept soundly as she finished hanging the clothes. He must have been really comfortable being swaddled.

A few of Yuu's friends visited before lunchtime which was when Cheka woke up to help Yuu make lunch.

They made sandwiches together and packed the food in a basket and went to Savanaclaw to watch the students play Magicshift. Unfortunately Cheka didn't want to go unless Yuu carries him in the sling. He really liked being cuddling. Yuu relented and tied the cub to her back with time.

After lunch with Ruggie and Jack it was nap time again. Yuu took Cheka to the greenhouse to lay out a blanket and nap in Leona's favorite spot.

Yuu rested soundly with the cub sleeping on her stomach. She really didn't mind looking after Cheka and wondered why Leona would hate this.

Leona didn't discover them in his spot and the only reason he didn't make them move was because Cheka would loss his mind and cling on to him.

When it was time for Cheka to leave Yuu tried to fight Leona off for stealing "Her cub."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland cheka #twst cheka #cheka kingscholar #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst leona #leona x y/n #maid!yuu

[jess-themess05]

Favorite fics?

oh geez. i’m gonna try keep it sweet and simple less i go on and make it unbearable to read. also these summaries are gonna be terrible but i think all of these are gonna be fnaf sun and moon fics i’m SORRY ITS IN MY HEAD BUT ANYWAYS- SHORT N SWEET LES GO

A Dose of Sunshine and Starlight - @give-me-your-monsters a slow burn w/ lots of angst and bittersweet-ness aww but you are all mentally ill.

Bug Love - @theohnocorral the boys are now bug-ified gods and take a liking to a mortal who probably apologies to inanimate objects

Universal Jesters - @lovelymoonmagic you accidentally become the handler to pair of bots with memory loss and mystery trauma

it was, in reality, not fine - @bones-of-a-rabbit you, the reader, have the self preservation skills as a bowl of soup. also oblivious to love hehe

Late Night to Early Morning - Loyal_Backstabber reader meets neglected robot clowns and vows to risk their life for them

Solar Lunacy - @bamsara its- ITS SOLAR LUNACY. anyways you meet certified murder robots and say i can fix em, they’re gonna fix u too.

copper cogs rusted through - @paper-lilypie “oh what’s this, one of these jesters tried killing me? eh it’s fine” then you fall in love

Rotating Shifts - LightningTriceratops protag mistakes sun for unconscious, jaundice ridden man and realizes he’s a robot with a not dead brother and separation anxiety

basically ANYTHINGGG by @naffeclipse , but the first story i ever read from them was In Deep Dreams Between the Waves very different fro, eclipse in sleuth jesters cause he’s actually decent. (also poor vanessa girl don’t get a break)

Clowning Around - EngageSage you overcome your anxiety to protect a poor jester, and are fueled by spite to fuck up moon man for being a certified bitch

Celestial hearts in a purple mind - @kabra-malvada *finds ominous object* *touches it* *is shocked to find they are possessed*

Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands - @twinanimatronics & @dana-chan-the-control-brain you fall in love and fight the temptation to resurrect a dead dude and kill him again

The Night Shift - @certified-handler oopsie you now work with a needy jester who sweeps you off your feet, even more oopsie he turns into a psychopath when the lights go out and triple oopsie you fall in love with HIM too

Star Crossed Souls - @faz-friendly-light-up-shoes reader said “god give me a sign i’ll find love.” gets the sign, and ignores it

404: Personal Space Not Found - CrazedAuthor anxiety filled individual thinks they will be fixed by a child supervisor, gets surprised by his stab happy twin

Celestial Syzygy - @echoingkarma you’re like the jack of all trades, including befriending animatronics who may or may not hate you (and want to maim you) you are probably underpaid.

My Neighbor Mr. Roboto - @kagedbird oh what’s this? you think moving into your new apartment will be simple and boring? WRONG there’s a robot in your closet. and everywhere- why are there so many-

Apology Flowers and Blooming Hours - @daunsun you’d think sentient flowers would have no angsty backstory huh? well actually...

Our Orbit is Elliptical - @sycopomp like your intrusive thoughts came to life, and you choose to ignore them

Lost and Found - SmolShampoo technology is so cool right guys? you got ai, and that ai can get traumatized! how cool??

Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back - @characcoon reader becomes a human punching bag and finds new rusty robot roommates. once they escape a deteriorating child’s play place they walked into

Ventura Highway - @madamemiz says “hey is anyone gonna take this robot?” and doesn’t wait for an answer.

Repaired Unstable - @blonde-fraumell you decide to work alongside your childhood friend! oh how non threatening he was- hey why’s this man TEN FEET TALL. and why’s this other man so kickable.

also, obligatory mer may fics! even though it’s no longer may these are still being updated :D

Luminescent Charm - @finfiprince reader finds the fishy dudes they saved as a kid in a cage, continues to spite god until they can save them

Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) - @bamsara (again yes) you save two scared bastard fish and feed them in your bathroom, a decade later they see u and go “well they gave us fishsticks no drowning for them”

The Sea Jesters are Real Science - MatosaurusRex & sixty_nine13 your idol hires you to take care of real life mer! wow! unfortunately being their therapist wasn’t in the contract

Pisces Caelestis - S_V i’m a little scared of reader. they got attacked by a mer and passed out for 3 days and said “yeah lmao i’ll be fine” nO YOU WONT-

#oh this was #this was not short #BUT HEY IT COULD BE LONGER #there’s definitely more to add but if people are actually interested in hearing my recs i’d be happy to oblige! #fnaf security breach #fnaf #fnaf au #also these are in no order! just what came to mind :) #fnaf fanfic

[nartml]

I know that starchaser and sunseeker come from the quidditch positions, like star(regulus) chaser(james) and sun(james) seeker (regulus ofc) but for the longest time I genuinely thought it was star (regulus) chaser (james, but in the sense of he's chasing the stars, he's chasing regulus) and sun (james) seeker (regulus, but in the sense of he's seeking out the sun, he's seeking out james), and I was in awe at how poetic they sounded to me.

Because James, who can't take his eyes off Regulus' light, the light near nobody recognizes but is just so plainly obvious to him, chasing after his prettiest star.

He's chasing after Regulus as if he's the star that gave him its name, a shimmering treasure which no matter the distance will forever make you glance but seldom ever look (James saw)

Because Regulus, who believes himself to belong only in the cold and the barren and the shadows, is helpless, much like a sunflower, to seek out the sun's warmth and its gentle hold; blindingly bright, unwaveringly fierce, yes, but so gentle just for him.

He's seeking James out as if he's made of the stuff that keeps the flowers in bloom and the days beautiful. The thing that forever brings you comfort and keeps your world in orbit, but can never truly be digestible; you can only handle it in small doses lest you get overwhelmed by the loudness (Regulus could never get enough)

And then it dawned on me that it's actually nowhere near as deep as that and I'm just overanalyzing things again as if they're profound poetry.

But ykw, I still prefer my interpretation of it.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #they're my everything #james potter is regulus' sun #james potter #regulus black is james' prettiest star #regulus black

[missnancywritesfanfic]

Heaven & Earth

Vanitas x Reader

Fluff/Comfort

Flash Fiction

A/N: I had an idea and ran with it. No editing here. Just pure brainrot.

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Contrary to what the muses, musicians and playwrights of the new world would have you believe.

Love is a choice.

It's not chemicals. It is not magic or some godsent miracle.

Love is a choice. Every step of the way.

Loving Vanitas is not an easy task. Aside from avoiding human authorities so that you are not staked in the middle of town, it's a close second. Because there are times you will look upon his face and your heart may die slowly, just as he does.

But at the end of the day, you choose.

You chose to leave your family behind, along with your home. You chose to set roots in this pecular city of blue skies and blooming flowers. So that he would never go a day without knowing companionship.

Of course, nowadays, Noé is by his side and they work wonderfully together. You smile fondly at their bickering on the off day you return from work and they're hanging around the café. There's Dominique, Jeanne, and Luca as well. All welcome friendships that you'd have never expected along this path.

And you are grateful. Endlessly grateful that Vanitas will never be alone in grief again. He is supported. He is loved.

But there are still those off days. The low days. When you return from a long day of work, your feet aching and your body begging for the sweet embrace of your soft bed. You retire to bed alone, dosing away without a second thought. That is until sharp tapping takes you from your dreams and you find him at your window.

You stumble out of bed and unlatch the window, with a huge yawn, you open your arms to embrace him.

He's tired. Beaten up, but fortunately not drenched in blood. You can only imagine how badly Noé must look. But all you can manage your attention on is your beloved. This brilliant, broken man.

"Good evening, doctor." You give him a warm smile as always, "How was your appointment today?" He grunts as you help him slip off his jacket. There's tears in the fabric. A problem for tomorrow.

You can see how tense he is. He can barely hold it together for much longer. You simply hum and carefully slip his gloves off, can't have those pricking your already sore back.

You gently cup his face, getting a closer look at the plum colored bruise on his cheek. Your thumb brushes over, feeling grit his teeth, before avoiding it altogether. Then you pull him to you and your incredibly welcoming bed. It was already warmed by you and waiting for the two of you to return.

He can't help but follow your drowsy smile and gentle hands. The weight he kept on his shoulders fell away and the pain in his body, he embraced. Just as you welcomed him.

"Come."

You situate yourselves in your blankets. He slips his arms around you and pulls you into a warm embrace. Just as well, you forgot to close the window behind him.

With another yawn, you snuggle closer.

"Tell me everything."

#reader insert #romance #the case study of vanitas fanfiction #vcn #vanitas no carte #vanitas fanfiction #vanitas x reader #vanitas #fluff #comfort #flash fiction

[hungerofhadarr]

Tagged by my friend @babeoffrontiers MWAH thank youu

Name: Zerxes Sarbis

Nickname(s): Pyre , in reference to his work and to give him a name ( never gave his name to people he worked with ) , but by the companions ? Gale calls him “ Dusk Bloom “ bc he thinks it’ s romantic ( it is . ) Shadowheart probably defaults to calling him “ Kelemvorite “ and he defaults to calling her “ Sharran “ . It’ s sweet when they do it to each other but god help anyone who does it to them

Pronouns: He / It ( transguy )

Star Sign: North Star

Height: 6’ 2 ( w/o horns . Horns give a handful of extra inches )

Orientation: indigiqueer bisexual demiaro .. if you asked he’ d just default to queer

Race: Mephistopheles Tiefling

Romancing: Gale .. his pocket wizard

Fave Fruit: Cherries or Granny Smith Apples . He has a habit of eating cherries and keeping all the pits in one cheek until he’ s finished eating all of the cherries . Give him an apple and he’ ll demolish that thing

Fave Season: Spring , bc of the increase in rain . Put him in a thunderstorm he is At Peacd

Fave Flower: Peace Lily

Fave Scent: … Grave dirt . Um . Also Burnt Sugar , Ink , Tinmask Spores ( in careful doses ) and Rain . Ofc

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee with Hot Chocolate mixed in . Bitter sweet

Average Sleep Hours: 4 at most .. he runs okay on that amount ( he rlly should be getting 8 but . Yknow)

Dogs or Cats: … He’ s scared of both and had very little interaction with either growing up . Scratch was the first dog he interacted with and His Majesty was the first cat . But , Tara is very nice to him . So he thinks he’ s a cat person

Dream Trip: hm . He’ s already been to most places he can think to visit .. Really , the last place on his list is the Astral Sea ..

Amount of Blankets: One . That he Will kick off in his sleep

Random Fact(s):

Due to the fact his right eye + the skin around it technically isn’ t his , sometimes it will blink / twitch out of sync . It is Disorienting

Regularly asks the companions what they want their possible final rites to be . When they first met , this was extremely concerning . Now , it’ s kinda comforting

Was a rather accomplished harp player as a teen , could probably pick it back up with ease if he ever found time

I think most of my Mutuals have been tagged for this but .. extending the offer to @sixteenstrikes @illithidactivities andd @faeriefirelightshow & @menzoberranyr AND anyone else who wants to participate !! If u already did it … do it once more … also I did one of these for Danior as well !!

#bg3 #bg3 tav #zerxes #my beloved beastie ……. #THANK U AGAIN FOR THE TAG

[averyghe]

Southern continent was the first place where the plant life emerged on Mars – from the magic of Yulakai, gurms crawled, herbs bloomed, and the grasses sprouted. The most common among all the large plants on the continent are Giris and Atmas, which were successfully domesticated and produced shadows in the gardens and the backyards all around the South. In the forrest corners and the meadows where those trees most often grow, they are accompanied by the many lesser herbs, the most noteworthy among which are certainly triflowers, known to be a medicinal herbs which can help with the headaches and inflamations, as well as whitflowers – known for their sweetness, and the fact that the sticky whiskers of an animal known as whitshel are resembling them to lure small insects.

On the outskirts of the Forrest you will see the blooming sprouts of Gramm’s treat – the plant known for the fact that it’s really liked by the gramhounds, who end up in trance after eating the sour yellow flowers. It is also true that by inhaling their pollen it is possible to feel lightheaded, up until the point of losing consciousness – that’s the reason why the large doses of the gramm’s treat pollen are used in the poisons, and pleasure powders used by Movats as well as wizards who believe that by mixing gramm’s treat with certain hallucinogens they can ascend in their understanding of magic.

Along side those plants there is venowing called that way for its form vaguely resembling green bird lying on the ground touching or eating it can result in stinging feeling on the skin – however, if prepared right venowing can be used in preparation of stews and even jams.

Starfluffs on their end are really great for creating the yarn out of them, so because of it they also were domesticated and now usually grown on the large plantations. They are also favourite food of bakais, and some other large herbivores.

But what should not be ever eaten is purple gurm – unlike other kinds of grum, this one is known to incredibly poisonous, even touching it can lead to the terrible consequences in the form in the form of skin burns, limb numbness, and in the end paralysis…

Over the herbs and bushes much larger plants are blooming – for example gigantic flowers of Kananti during the bloom season they are opening to release their spores in the air. It’s a beautiful site when the air is filled with the nearly glowing golden particles. However before blooming, Kananti can be used, on nearly all of their grow stages – juvenile sprouts are great to be prepared as garnish, stew, or given as food to the Woopas. Medium sized ones can be used make team as well as yellow and green dies. And in the end pollinating Kananti flowers can be used to make soothing mixtures, and potions against hair loss.

And one of the largest among all the plants and trees are trees of Paros that can grow up to thirty meters in height. They are also known as the Mast trees or Table trees as they are often used in the shipbuilding and exquisite carpentry…

#fantasy #illustration #worldbuilding #art #fantasy universe #fantasy world #science fiction #creature design #fantasy creature #procreate #herbalism #botanicart #plants #fantasy plants #fantasy forrest #flowers #trees #moss #ferns #song of eons

[greenwitchcrafts]

Yarrow

Achillea millefolium

Known as: Allheal, angel flower, arrowroot, bloodwort, cammok, carpenter's weed, death flower, devil's mustard, Devil's nettle, eerie, field hops, gearwe, green arrow, herbe militaris, hundred leaved grass, knight's milfoil, noble yarrow, nosebleed plant, plumajilo, seven year's love, snake's grass, soldiers thousand seal., squirrel tail, stanch grass, tansy, thousand-leaf, thousand weed, woundwort, yarrowway & yerw

Related plants: Is a member of the daisy family Asteraceae that consists of over 32,000 known species of flowering plants in over 1,900 genera within it such as chamomile, coneflowers, dahlia, daisy, dandelion, goldenrod, lettuce, marigold, mugwort & sunflower

Parts used: Leaves & flowers

Habitat and Cultivation: This hardy plant is native to temperate regions of the Northern Hemisphere in Asia, Europe & North America

Plant type: Perennial

Region: 3-9

Harvest: Harvest yarrow when the blooms only when they have fully opened. It should be cut right above the leaf node to encourage the plant to potentially flower again. Many choose to harvest the flowers in the late morning when the dew has dried before so that the plant is not stressed by the extreme heat. Hot, dry spells right before bloom seems to be ideal for producing the most fragrant leaves.

Growing tips: Plant in an area that receives full sun to encourage compact growth and many flowers about 1-2 feet apart. In partial sun or shade, yarrow tends to grow leggy. Yarrow performs best in well-drained soil. It thrives in hot, dry conditions; it will not tolerate constantly wet soil. Loamy soil is recommended, but yarrow can also be grown in clay soil as long as it does not always stay saturated with water. While this plant is technically considered invasive only in noncultivated settings, common yarrow still needs to be planted in an area where you don't mind proliferation. 

Medicinal information: Yarrow has a history of being used for fever, common cold, hay fever, absence of menstruation, dysentery, diarrhea, loss of appetite, gastrointestinal (GI) tract discomfort, and to induce sweating. Some people chew the fresh leaves to relieve toothache. Yarrow is applied to the skin to stop bleeding from hemorrhoids; for wounds; and as a sitz bath for painful, lower pelvic, cramp-like conditions in women. Some people chew the fresh leaves to relieve toothache.

Cautions: Yarrow is commonly consumed in foods, but yarrow products that contain a chemical called thujone might not be safe because it is poisonous in large doses. Yarrow is not recommended for use during pregnancy or chestfeeding as it causes risks of miscarriage. Yarrow might slow blood clotting. In theory, taking yarrow might increase the risk of bleeding in people with bleeding disorders. In some people, it also might cause skin irritation & is toxic to cats & dogs.

Magickal properties

Gender: Feminine

Planet: Venus

Element: Air & Water

Deities: Achilles, Aphrodite, Cernunnos, Faeries, Oshun & Yemaya

Magickal uses:

• Add the flowers to a satchet or dream pillow to encourage prophetic dreams

• Hang a bundle above your bed on your honeymoon night to ensure lasting love for 7 years

• Place across your thresholds or plant near doorwaysto prevent negative energies & influences from entering your home

• Burn as an incense before or during divination to increase psychic abilities

• Wear as an amulet to attract love, friendships & give courage

• Place yarrow under your pillow & if you dreamt of your love, it was a positive omen. If you had a bad dream, or dreamt of other people, it wasn’t

• Combine with mugwort as tea to drink before divination to increase psychic powers

• Put near yourself while practicing divination to increase your psychic abilities

• In spells, use to re-establish contact with long-lost friends or relatives & attract their attention

• Braid into your hair to tap into inner wisdom

• The I-Ching divination was originally performed with dried yarrow stems

• Wash crystals& crystal balls with a yarrow rinse to bring about clarity of vision

• Drink yarrow tea & a cinnamon stick to  release hidden truths

• Place on a coffin or grave to help the spirit cross over/ let go

•For powerful protection, pick yarrow flowers and charge them in the sun. Once charged, take the flowers and sprinkle them outside your home to prevent negative influences and energies away from entering your home

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

The Encyclopedia of Natural Magic by John Michael Greer

Wild Witchcraft by Rebecca Beyer

Plant Witchery by Juliet Diaz

A Compendium of Herbal Magick by Paul Beyerl

The Herbal Alchemist Handbook by Karen Harrison

The Book of Flower Spells by Cheralyn Darcey

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[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

A Sneeze In Spring

A commission for @big-snot-1997

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Word Count: 1595

Fandom: Webkinz (Gozium Bramble)

Genre: Holdback, Comfort

CW/TW: Brief Crying

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Ah, spring. For most in Webkinz World, the season was a time of peaceful walks in the park, planting the first flowers of the year, and drinking a hot cup of tea while watching the warm rain fall outside. It was a period of relaxation for Webkinz before the busy summer arrived to whisk them into final tests, trips to the beach, and tending a fast-growing garden.

But, for the Gozium Bramble, spring was anything but relaxing. In fact, the season filled him with a sense of dread. The moment the icicles on his top branches began to melt, the tree felt his sensitive nose twinge at the thought of what was to come.

The butterflies.

Every year, the Mallowtails, who were attracted to anything sweet, flocked to his new blooms to sip its sugary nectar. He didn’t mind this, of course. Anyone was welcome to take his flowers – many a Webkinz used them to make crowns, wreaths, candy, even juice. But everyone was always very polite, only taking as much as they needed and thanking him afterwards.

Mallowtails, on the other branch, were very mischievous. They took great joy in teasing the bramble, especially his large nose. They would cover themselves in a thick layer of pollen from his blooms, then flutter down to his flaring nostrils, making him sputter and sniffle. If enough joined in on the game, he would have no choice but to let out an enormous sneeze, making all his gorgeous pink petals and yellow flowers drop to the ground.

But not this year.

The Gozium Bramble had been practicing this summer, fall, and winter. No matter how much the sun shone into his eyes, or how many leaves fell onto his nose, or how cold the winter nights got, he always fought his urge to sneeze. Over the months, his nose turned a dark blue and grew full with sap. But he knew that, in order to keep his beautiful pink petals, he would have to stave off any sneeze that tempted his nose.

Finally, the snow made way for tender, green grass, and the Gozium Bramble bloomed with his own spring array. His pink strings of petals and dew-tipped flowers were a sight to behold, and he made sure to keep it that way. He shifted with the wind, kept himself from swaying too far or too fast, and, most of all, kept his nose under control.

Webkinz gathered far and wide to see his petals, having picnics under his branches and collecting his petals and flowers for an assortment of spring-time treats. As much as he loved seeing his friends, the bramble’s nose bothered him throughout the festivities. By the time everyone left each day, he was always exhausted and sniffly. But, if this was the price he had to pay for staying beautiful, then it was worth it.

One quiet morning, the Gozium Bramble’s fear came true. He opened his eyes to see a pair of blue and yellow wings fluttering around his trunk. His nostrils trembled at the sight, but he quickly regained his composure.

“You…snf!...won’t make be sneeze this year, butterfly,” he said, more to himself than the Mallowtail. “No batter how buch you tickle my dose, I won’t…snf!...sneeze, and there isn’t anything you can do aboud it!”

The butterfly ignored him, landing on the biggest Gozium bloom and sipping its sweet nectar. A few others joined, picking the choicest flowers and drinking their fill. This shook a small shower of pollen onto the Gozium bramble. Even though this tickled his nose terribly, he still managed to sniffle away his oncoming sneeze. After all, it wasn’t any worse than the Webkinz picking his fruit the last few days.

“S-See? I’m…snf!...not g-gudda…snf!...sdeeze…!”

Just then, a single Mallowtail landed on the bramble’s quivering nostrils, bringing with it a stream of pollen from its earlier meal. It crawled onto the tip, flapping its vibrant wings. The tree had forgotten how tickly the butterfly was. With the soft touch of its thin legs and the gentle probing of its proboscis, along with a cloud of powdery pollen that brought tears to his glazed eyes…

But he had to stay strong.

The Gozium Bramble wiggled his nose, trying to make the Mallowtail fly off his nose.

“G-G-Ged off! Shoo! Snf!”

However, this only seemed to encourage more butterflies to join in. First one, then two, then a few more, and a few more after that…

The Gozium Bramble’s lower lip began to tremble as his nose slowly became covered in Mallowtails. No matter how much he swayed and shimmied, the butterflies would not be persuaded. They continued to use their proboscis to circle his nostrils, squeaking in laughter when he gasped.

“S-Stop! Y-You’re gudda…meh-make be…hih…HIH-!”

The tittering began anew, and his protests only seemed to spur them on. Soon, his nose could hardly be seen beneath the sea of yellow and blue wings. The bramble’s nostrils flared wider and wider, his pleas growing more and more desperate.

“C-Can’t…h-hhEH-! P-Please…I…hih-! hih-! HIH-!”

With a squeal, the butterflies fluttered off of the bramble’s nose. Their job was done.

After a final trembling hitch, the tree pitched forward.

“HUUU’TCHHHIHIIIEW! H’TCHIHIEW! H-Heh…HTCH’CHIEW!”

The Gozium Bramble sneezed and sneezed, unable to stop after so many months of keeping them back. By the third sneeze, his branches were completely empty, as all his petals and flowers fell into a pile on the grass below. The falling petals and pollen only prolonged his sneezing fit, and it was a long time before he could take a breath without a sneeze immediately following.

Finally, the fit came to an end, and the tree slowly opened their watering eyes. Upon seeing all his beautiful foliage laying in the grass, new tears rolled down their cheeks and down their great nose.

“My petals…my beautiful p-petals…”

The Gozium Bramble wept, their vacant branches drooping. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t keep himself from losing his spring blossoms.

Now he was just an empty tree. There was nothing special about him now.

“Good morning!”

The Gozium Bramble looked up. Waddling down the path was Dr. Quack, holding a book under one wing. As the duck drew closer, his cheerful smile turned into a look of concern.

“My dear bramble! What ever is the matter?”

The Gozium Bramble sniffled. “I…snf!...lost all my p-petals…”

Dr. Quack looked down, kicking up the nearby pile with his flipper. “Ah, yes, it’s about that time, isn’t it?”

“A-And…I tried not to, b-but…I couldn’t…!”

The bramble dissolved into tears.

“Oh dear,” Dr. Quack clucked, sitting on the grass next to the bramble. He rubbed his wing soothingly up and down the tree’s trunk. “Now, now, it’s alright…”

With Dr. Quack’s comforting words, the Gozium Bramble eventually quieted, though his lip still quivered.

“Now,” Dr. Quack said, “why don’t you tell me exactly what happened?”

The bramble hiccuped, looking down at his lost petals.

“I practiced…snf!...all year to stop sneezing. So when the butterflies came, I wouldn’t sneeze, and I could keep my spring flowers forever. But now…”

“Ah, I see. You simply couldn’t help yourself, even with all that practice.”

The Gozium Bramble nodded. Dr. Quack smiled, taking the book out from under his wing.

“It’s always upsetting when things change. Especially when you try so hard to keep things the same. But…”

He flipped through the book, pointing his wing at a certain page.

“Change can be beautiful, too.”

The Gozium Bramble shifted his empty branches. “How can this be beautiful?”

“Well, have you ever wondered why you lose your flowers and petals every year?”

“Those Mallowtails,” the Gozium Bramble muttered.

“That’s true,” Dr. Quack said with a chuckle. “But, you see, they make you sneeze for a reason. According to The Webkinz Guide to Flora and Fauna by Charlotte Neighlor…”

He cleared his throat and held the book out in front of him.

“‘Mallowtails and the Gozium Bramble have a symbiotic relationship. Every spring, after a long migration, the bramble provides much needed nourishment for the hungry butterflies. After their annual feed, they, attracted to the blue hue of the Gozium Bramble’s nose, will land on it, covered in pollen. The tree sneezes from the irritation, not only spreading its pollen and seeds, but also shaking off the spring foliage to make way for summer leaves. Therefore, they can store food from the sunlight during the warmer seasons to prepare for the colder ones.

As a result, Gozium Brambles have evolved highly sensitive noses, and Mallowtails have changed their migration patterns to locations where the bramble is plentiful. One provides food and temporary shelter, the other provides pollination and a means to shed excess foliage. Truly, an example of a perfect relationship between insect life and fauna.’”

Dr. Quack closed the book and put it under his wing again.

“Your spring petals are prized because they only last for a short time, and only once a year. We celebrate the little time we have to admire them. But how they are lost, and how you and the Mallowtails have changed to help each other grow – now that is breathtaking. Ah, and look!”

The Gozium Bramble looked where Dr. Quack was pointing.

A single leaf poked out of one of the branches, only visible now that there weren't any petals around it. The sun shone through it, making it shimmer as it blew in the wind. The light showed the many veins that criss-crossed beneath the tender green. The Gozium Bramble lifted up the leaf, admiring it.

It was beautiful.

#ohnos fics #snz fic #snzzzzz #snz #snz kink #snzblr #snz things #snezblr #snzario #snez kink #snz scenario #snezario #whump

[house-ofhope]

This has been in my drafts for so long that I don't even know where or who I copied the format from. But for anyone who has an OC they would like to fill this out for... pls tag me <3. Also tagging @aphoticfairy @sixteenstrikes @tskva-happens @hungerofhadarr @isayashai @glamfellens would love 2 see ur OCs :}

NAME: Fenric Firdew

NICKNAME: Fen

GENDER: Non-binary

STAR SIGN: I don't know if they exist in Faerun, but if there is, they'd be a Gemini.

PERSONALITY TYPE: ENTP

HEIGHT: 5'8"

ORIENTATION: Demi-bi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Half-drow hailing from Amn. Their father a high half-elf, mother a seraldine drow, and the little family settled in Athkatla a few years after Fen was born.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Berries, of any kind. Coming across wildberries always brought a smile to their face.

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring. They're soothed by the mortal reminder of seasonal cycles--that all things can be reborn and come anew each year. Every time they witness the first bloom of spring, they're reminded of the light and hope in the world, one that balances out the darkness and despair they've wrought in their lifetime under the pact.

FAVORITE FLOWER: The Belladonna.

FAVORITE SCENT: Leather--warm and rich. It reminds them of their father.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea. Only which they can prepare correctly with their own personal blend. They also wouldn't let anyone drink else it though, lest they want to be micro-dosed with poisonous herbs. 💀

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 4.5 hours. They're prone to bouts of sleep like half-elves. But, like full elves, they're more likely to fall into a trance.

DOGS OR CATS: Cats!

DREAM TRIP: Though they'll never admit it, it's to Menzoberranzan, the city where their mother escaped from. But they're smart enough not to actually seek out the place. They've heard about the dangers of the city that would await them, yet that only makes the prospect of visiting that much more exciting to them.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: As many as they can get. A warm bed and even warmer blankets is not a luxury they come by often.

RANDOM FACT: Ages very slowly due to their warlock pact with The Great Old One... now it looks like they're 37 years old, even though they've been alive for 180ish years.

#ames speaks #fenric #have 2 make one for zal next time i have the chance #whoops I first had it as infp but that’s for Zal